Here's another jewel from Muse Aloft. Thanks in advance for reading the poetry of a young one.

Ode to a Humminbird in Summer

What 'tis more fleeting than a wing beatOf a hummingbird? Ephemeral, sweet,Shattering thy summer air as if to beSome divine messenger of wintry nights.Frost-glittering, and yearning softlyTo reclaim warm meadows as their fated right,To chill this honeyed air with snow,To dull the summer's contented glow --This we know, that summer soon shall fadeAnd yet, still be remembered, though it badeA gentle farewell, and swiftly fadeFrom this sultry, amber-lit gladeInto the hearts of the slumberous few,Hid in idle fancy 'til the last snowflake falls,When, at last, sweet spring doth renewIts reign 'til the last autumn leaf doth fall.

"Frost-glittering" reminds me of a young Keats;"To chill this honeyed air with snow" reminds me of an older Keats. For some reason, I think of that verse from "Dream After Reading Dante" about Francesca and Paolo -- that line about "snow chilled. . . " Shoot, I can't remember the verse verbatim and I don't have access to Keats's complete poetry here at school. It's frustrating not to know all of Keats by heart!

"But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures." JK to FB 08.07.1819

Hello Ennis, wherever you are, thank you for submitting this richly-crafted poem by Muse Aloft. I take it you're a teacher of English Lit. and loving poetry as you do, with all that overpowering contagious enthusiasm of yours, are capable of passing on the torch even to the extreme of unleashing the gifted talent of at least one of your students "to think in ink" ----- as Mariyn Monroe once famously wrote, surprisingly enough.

steffen wrote:Hello Ennis, wherever you are, thank you for submitting this richly-crafted poem by Muse Aloft. I take it you're a teacher of English Lit. and loving poetry as you do, with all that overpowering contagious enthusiasm of yours, are capable of passing on the torch even to the extreme of unleashing the gifted talent of at least one of your students "to think in ink" ----- as Mariyn Monroe once famously wrote, surprisingly enough.

Thank you, Steffen, for your kind comments.

"But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures." JK to FB 08.07.1819